I fell in love with the bed the minute Fred showed it to me. It was big, imposing and solid. It reminded me of my fiance, Tom, who, like the bed is big, imposing and solid. I knew I had to have it, but I also knew Tom needed to approve it. After all, he was going to sleep in it as well.

The lawn mower is silent. There is no clanging of a hammer as it beats against a machine, or nail, or tree. Palm fronds have fallen unceremoniously to the ground during the brisk March gusts and lay there yet as April comes into being with a promise of a hot summer.